"Senior!?" Qin Yu was stunned and his face became strange.

"It's too exaggerated. Do I look like a senior like this?"

The man in red robe looked stunned and said dryly: "The senior looks like a handsome man, and a handsome young man, but this method cannot be hidden. It's like the world is bright, the real dragon cannot be hidden, and the universe is big, the starlight cannot be retained."

When Qin Yu heard this, he laughed in silence: "Although your strength is average, your skill in flattering is amazing."

"Senior is joking, but I'm talking all the heartfelt words, like the senior..."

"Okay." Qin Yu raised his hand and stopped him: "No need to say anything about greetings to you. I'll ask you, you are a disciple of Tianfu Mountain."

The man in red robe hurriedly pointed and replied, "My younger generation, Ming Hao, is a disciple of the Golden Scale of Tianfu Mountain."

"Jinlin Disciple? What does it mean?" Qin Yu felt curious and couldn't help asking.

Ming Hao thought about it and said, "In our Tianfu Mountain, all those who have just woken up take the dragon scales as their mark and turn them into different levels, and those who are below the fusion level are Qingscale disciples."

"If the fusion level, or cross-border combat power has reached this level, is the Jinlin disciple."

"More on..." Ming Hao paused slightly, but did not continue.

"What's going on? Let's continue." Qin Yu said coldly.

When Ming Hao heard this, he was shocked and hurriedly said, "Along the way is the disciple of Nilin."

"What's the meaning?"

"Everyone who grants the reverse scale position is a group of monsters. Although they are in the first awakening realm, they have the strength to compete with Zhen Awareness. Some of them can even save their lives in front of domain-level strong people. It is simply terrible." Ming Hao felt terrified when he thought of it, with lingering fear in his eyes, as if he had suffered a great loss in the so-called reverse scale disciples.

"Oh!?" Qin Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, but a turbulent heart appeared in his heart.

No wonder even the Holy Ancestor is so fond of Tianfu Mountain. It turns out that there are so many masters. Among them, the top one is probably no less than Qin Yu, and even more than Qin Yu.

"How is your strength among the Jinlin disciples?" Qin Yu asked.

Ming Hao smiled awkwardly, pointed to his shoulder and said, "Senior, look at this."

Qin Yu looked over and saw two golden scales embroidered there, which were dazzling. I don’t know what materials were used to exude a strong breath of life.

"Although all the first awakened people in Tianfu Mountain are divided into three levels, in order to distinguish strength more carefully, each level is divided into five levels."

"I am just a second-class golden scale, and among the many golden scale disciples, they can only be considered a middle-aged and low-class person. If I encounter a fifth-class golden scale, it will basically be two or three moves." Ming Hao was frank and directly held the matter.

"Such level is so high!" Qin Yu was slightly moved. Although Ming Hao was like a native chicken and a tile in front of him, he had met him.

Just this strength is just there. If it is placed outside, among all the fusion-level masters Qin Yu has seen, he will definitely be able to squeeze into the top five.

But even so, among the many golden scale disciples in Tianfu Mountain, he only got the second level?

Ming Hao was shocked when he saw Qin Yu not speaking and hurriedly said, "Senior, what I said is true. Although the five-armor golden scales do not have the strength to compete with the Breaking Heaven level, they also have the means to save their lives. They are only one step away from achieving the reverse scale. I am naturally no match for it."

"I understand." Qin Yu nodded, raised his hand, and Ming Hao relaxed his body, feeling no pressure all over his body, as if he had moved a mountain away from his body, feeling indescribable comfort.

"Thank you for your forgiveness for your life."

"Stop talking nonsense, take me to Tianfu Mountain as soon as possible."

"Tianfu Mountain!" Ming Hao was stunned and said in a bad mood: "Senior, we don't know anything. Our Tianfu Mountain is very special. If outsiders don't want to go in, they can't even find it."

"Even if we disciples come out, they are given a mark every time we come out. Only by inspiring ourselves can we go back, and the time for each mark is limited."

"I heard that there were some disciples who failed the time and their marks failed and they never returned in their entire lives."

"There is such a thing?" Qin Yu didn't believe it.

His divine thoughts pierced into Ming Hao's sea of ​​consciousness like a sword, and then he saw the mark of a small golden axe. This mark merged with Ming Hao's soul, and only when the two resonated, could it be triggered.

Moreover, the energy of this mark is dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, which means that if it is not touched before it completely disappears, the mark will be useless.

"Sure enough, I didn't lie to me."

Qin Yu frowned. Tianfu Mountain was too mysterious and was so cautious about his disciples.

"Senior!" Ming Hao asked tentatively. When he saw Qin Yu suddenly fell silent, he felt a stir in his heart, fearing that he would not say anything right, and would cause a catastrophe.

Rumble...

A thunder sounded, and Qin Yu's figure flashed like lightning, disappearing from the spot.

The black water was turbulent and the waves were surging. Ming Hao looked around, but there was no figure at all. His soul was scared. He took a long time to breathe a sigh of relief.

"My mother, I really saved my life." He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said tremblingly.

Not long after, a group of people flew into the sky.

"Senior Brother Minghao, why are you here?" said a sweet-looking woman softly.

Everyone frowned when they looked at the corpses all over the river and the smell of blood. It was obvious that a big battle had just happened here, and it was extremely fierce.

"What happened just now?" someone asked.

Ming Hao shook his head, his eyes still scared: "I...I just...I met a monster."

...

After Qin Yu left, he found a place to sacrifice and refine the black gold dragon pattern knife, and fuse to swallow the spoils he had just obtained.

Half a day later, after the fusion was completed, Qin Yu was sad.

He still underestimated the appetite of this ghost knife. After consuming forty-six drops of ancestral blood, he had not yet evolved to the fourth-level Yuan power weapon.

Although the blade light becomes sharper, there is no substantial change.

"Damn, how much do you want to eat?" Qin Yu couldn't help but curse. This was simply a bottomless pit.

"Tian Axe Mountain has no clue. Even if I don't know when I will wait for a knife, will I run out of my luck?" Qin Yu took out the golden axe given by the Holy Ancestor.

He originally thought it was a token of entering Tianfu Mountain, but who would have thought that he had come to the Death Swamp for so long, and this broken thing had no reaction at all.

"Why don't you go back and ask?" Qin Yu thought to himself.

Crazy...

At this moment, the sound of turbulent rivers came, and Qin Yu subconsciously looked up.

I saw a black bone ship appearing above the river, with a black shadow standing on it, shaking its oars and slowly sailing towards him.

"Ferryman!?" Qin Yu's pupils suddenly contracted, and his whole face changed.
Chapter completed!